When arriving at the clinic, Simon had expected it to be quiet as usual. He had felt a little feverish himself, and hoped he wasn't coming down with the flu or anything like that. And then it began.
The nurses smiled at him. One of them leaned very close, revealing more of her anatomy than he was comfortable with. Another one offered him a glass of juice and the managed to spill it over his shirt, after which she suggested he should take it off so that she could wash it. When he declined she got a little... forceful.
Simon had fled to a storage closet, deciding that the day was best spent going through the stocks. That was until another nurse showed up and tried to... well, he didn't want to think about that.
Now he was seated behind the desk, trying to hide behind a medical journal. It wasn't going that well.